I Learned the Light of Millennia
I was sitting in chemistry class today
and our professor told us that
we are made of the breaths of dying stars,
chemicals and cold fusion,
the remnants of ages long past
at the birth of our universe.
He told us that
science and faith
are not irreconcilable
and in fact are more like cousins,
hands clasped between them
as we test and theorize
the hows
and ponder the meaning
of the whys.
For after all,
our chemical composition had to come from somewhere,
and what better clay is there for God
than the life pulses
of supernovas?
We are
life to life, dust to dust,
new life from old light.